I pull to a stop outside McDonald’s on Russell Street in central Melbourne, my eyes darting around for a place to lock my bike. The clock is ticking. I fumble with the combination lock as I try to secure the bike to a nearby pole, then duck inside.
It takes what feels like forever to get someone’s attention; to finally pick up the order I’m here to collect. It’s my first delivery on my first day as a delivery rider and already I’m feeling stressed.
Eventually I get the order, stash it safely in my big red bag, dash outside, clumsily unlock my bike, and then I’m off to North Melbourne. The clock keeps ticking – I’ve got just a few minutes to get there if I want to make this delivery on time.
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